Title: My High School Crush

Pairings: England/Canada, America/England, Germany/Italy, France/Canada, England/Japan, France/Italy, Germany/Canada, America/France, Greece/Canada, Greece/Japan, Spain/Romano (possibly more)

What's worse than your brother reading your diary and finding out that you have a crush on someone in your class? Your brother reading your diary and then telling the entire class about said crush! America just can't keep his mouth shut, but Canada's not the only one about to have a high school romance...

11th June

Dear diary...

I just don't know what to do anymore.

Every day this just keeps getting worse. It's driving me insane, but it's almost like...beautiful sanity, you know?

Does that make me sound crazy? I know it does! But I can't help it, I don't care what people think...no wait, yes I do, I really care. I can't tell anybody about this, not even my brother...it's so confusing and frustrating! I wish I could talk to somebody about it...

I kept denying it and denying it over and over again; I've tried everything humanly possible to stop myself feeling this way but nothing works! It's like trying to live without breathing; it's just not something that can be done.

This all makes me sound crazy, but you know what? I am crazy! I'm absolutely insane and mental and...

In love.

That's in. I'm in love. Crazy in love with him.

If he ever found out...if anyone ever found out my life would be over! This is not something I wanted to happen...

It was just a stupid school boy crush! That's all it was, a crush on a guy in my tutor group that got way out of hand! At first I just thought he was cute, that's all. Then slowly it just starting growing, getting more and more real. His voice, his eyes, his beautiful hair...he's all I can think about and I just don't know what to do. I know I'm just a kid, but these feelings are real, everything I'm feeling for him is real.

You know how I know it's real? Because I don't want to feel this way. I couldn't possibly fake feelings that I don't want to have! Why do I have to be stuck in this pubescent teenage nightmare? My first ever crush...and it's escalated into undying love, tearing me apart, making me want to scream and shout, grab hold of his shoulders and just yell:

I LOVE YOU! PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!

...so much easier to write down in the pages of a diary then to actually go and do anything about it.

I really wish I wasn't so shy. It's not fair, why is my brother so confident and I not at all? It sucks! So many things I want to say and do...Alfred would, he can do anything, he's not afraid of rejection like I am. Which is what I would get if I ever dared to tell him how I feel...

So instead I'll just suffer in silence, like I always do. Watch him from afar knowing he can never be mine. Gosh why does he have to be so irresistible? It's a wonder he's single, if he were mine I'd never let him go...

I'll stop rambling now, if my diary were a person you'd probably have gotten sick of me by now. I better get some sleep; I have an early start tomorrow and one long day at school.

Longer to gawk at him like a total idiot I suppose...I don't even know if that's a good or a bad thing...

America slowly closed the leather bound diary that was sat on his lap. His bottom lip twitched once and he bit down on it, holding onto the intense urge to make sound. The American shot up from his brother's bed to poke his head out of their bedroom door, making sure no one was lurking on the landing before he let it out.

"Oh my God! HAHAHAHA!" America howled with laughter, collapsing onto his own bed adjacent his brother's, still clutching the Canadian's diary in one hand. "Oh man! That is HYSTERICAL! Matthew's gotta crush on someone at school! Bahahaha!" he snorted uncontrollably, rolling around on his soft single bed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. America eventually managed to calm, his hysteria dying down to quiet bouts of laughter, shaking his head from side to side. "Dude...aww, my little brothers in love!" America jumped up, flicking through the pages of his brother's diary for other entries. "I wonder who it is; there's gotta be a name somewhere-"

"Alfred?"

The American jumped as his name was called from the landing, his younger brother returning home from hockey practice. He panicked slightly, snapping the book closed he quickly shoved it back under the Canadian's mattress before the teen appeared in the doorway. "Oh hey bro!" America practically yelled, swinging his arms casually at his sides.

Canada narrowed his eyes slightly, pulling off his hockey mask. "...what are you up to?" he asked cautiously, putting away his hockey equipment.

"Nothing dude! Just uhhh..." America's eyes darted about uncomfortably until they settled on his closed laptop on top of his nightstand. "...watching porn."

Canada cringed, pulling a face. "Ew...do you have to do that in our room?" he asked, sitting down on his bed.

"Hey at least I was doing it on my bed!"

"...you're disgusting."

~0~

"Hey guys you'll never guess what I found out last night!" America announced to his tutor group the second he burst through the door. He'd deliberately not woken his brother up this morning in order to get to school first.

England quirked an eyebrow from his desk at the front of the class where he was enjoying a cup of tea he'd brought from home in a thermos. The Brit was in the year above the American and not in any of his classes, but the tutor groups in their school were made up of students from all year groups. "What's that Alfred?"

America beamed, jumping up onto the Brit's desk, shaking the table and spilling his tea. "My bro is totally in love with someone!"

"Careful you idiot!" England scorned, steadying the tea cup.

"Ve? Matthew's in love?" the little Italian student chirped up from the back of the classroom. He was in the year below the American but seemed to be considerably more popular with the older students then with ones his own age.

"Who's that?" Germany asked, helping himself to a pastry his Italian friend had brought in; he always insisted on feeding the German breakfast in the mornings, it was as the Italian wasn't even aware the blond had a kitchen at his own home.

"I believe that is Mr Jones's younger brother." Japan said from the desk beside his two friends, shaking his head when the Italian offered him a pastry.

"He iz in love? How sweet..." France cooed from the front of the class where he was doodling on the white board with his friend Spain.

"Francis no! That's not how you draw my little Lovino." Spain complained, rubbing out the Frenchman's crude drawing.

"Stop drawing me you bastards!" Italy's older brother snapped, hurling a cinnamon bun at the back of his sort-of Spanish boyfriend.

"It's totally hilarious! I wanna find out who it is!" America said, beaming at his classmates.

"...how do you know he likes someone?" Greece mumbled from his desk in the middle of the room, slumped over half asleep and only half listening to the conversation.

"I read his diary, he kept going on and on about some guy in our tutor group he totally loves!"

"You read his diary? That's disgraceful." the Brit said in disgust, refilling his teacup from the thermos.

America waved a dismissive hand at him. "Whatever dude, if we find out who it is we could help them like, get together! Matthew totally loves this guy, he wrote all about it in his diary!"

"What?"

America jumped slightly, not having noticed his brother's arrival. "Hey dude! We were just talking about you!"

Canada stared at him, cheeks starting to heat up. "You read my diary? How could you Alfred!"

"I'm still not sure who that guy is..." Germany muttered, watching the scene play out with a bemused expression.

"That wasn't very nice Alfred." Spain said, finishing his doodle of Romano. "Still, who do you have a crush on Matthew?"

"Sì! Tell us tell us!" Italy cheered, jumping up onto his desk, toppling the bag of pastries onto the German's lap.

Canada blushed heavily, practically cowering in the classroom doorway. 'Oh my God...this is so humiliating!' the blond kept his gaze fixed firmly on the floor, not daring to look up might he catch the eyes of his crush.

America flung an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Dude come on you might as well spit it out! We're all totally cool with it; I mean Lovino and Antonio are boyfriends and we're okay with that."

"He's NOT my boyfriend!" Romano hissed, ignoring the sniggers from Spain and France.

"Alfred..." Canada whined, dropping his head into his hands, face a deep shade of red.

"Tell us!" America persisted, prodding the blond in the side.

"Do it!" Italy squealed.

"Just let it out amigo!"

"Tell us mon ami."

Canada almost growled in frustration. "Okay! It's Arthur!" he blurted out, hands bunched into fists at his sides.

The Brit choked slightly on his tea, eyes widening with shock. "W-What?" he stuttered in disbelief; the entire classroom silenced with the unexpected outburst.

America faltered slightly, slowly releasing his brother's shoulders. "You...you like Arthur?"

Canada blushed heavily but forced himself to nod. "Yes...it's Arthur I like."

There was a long moment of silence as no one seemed sure what to do with that information. America was still giving his brother a perplexing look, and just a hint of something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on. The silence was only broken by a quiet slurping sound as England took a calm sip on his tea, before looking up at the mortified Canadian. "In that case, would you be interested in accompanying me on a date sometime?"

"WHAT?" it was almost everyone in the room who had spoke, staring at the Brit in disbelief.

England quirked a large bushy brow. "What? Is that not social convention to ask someone out when you discover they like you?"

"Yeah but...you like my little brother?" America asked softly.

England took another sip of tea, shrugging slightly. "I admit he is rather adorable."

Canada blushed if possibly, even deeper. "...t-thank you." he muttered softly.

America wasn't sure how to feel at that moment. Before anyone had a chance to say or do anything else the school bell gave it's obnoxious trill throughout the classroom, signalling it was time for first lesson. A slight grumble of disapproval was heard from the students as they all gathered their belongings and left. Each had to make their way past the Canadian who was still trying to hide himself by the door, each giving him either a smile or a raised eyebrow (or in the German's case a intriguing look, as if trying to work out who he was) as they wandered out into the corridor in search of their classrooms.

The American left without a word. England stayed behind until everyone was gone until following out, stopping in the doorway. "So do you want to go and get a coffee sometime Matthew?" he asked, smiling softly.

Canada bit his lip, nodding slowly. "Okay...thanks."

England smiled, gently patting his shoulder. "Sorry about the way this all occurred, your brother is so careless sometimes...but you know you could have just told me you felt that way about me."

"Hmm..." Canada mumbled slightly, still bright red.

England gave him a sympathetic look. "I'll stop embarrassing you now." he said, chuckling awkwardly. "Okay well, see you soon." he gave the younger student a brief wave before throwing the strap of his shoulder bag over his back and setting off for first lesson.

Canada released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding, slumping back against the doorframe. "Oh my God..." he whispered, cringing behind his hands. "That couldn't possibly have gone any worse..."

Love writing high school stories, this is just a totally random (some) crack pairings one

More chapters to follow, won't be too long, just a random short story

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